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My face heats, and my eyes widen. I lock onto Amell, wanting to know if that’s true.
He gives nothing away, only smiles in that lazy,I don’t give a fuckmanner. “Did I say that? Hmmm… I don’t remember.”
Truett barks a laugh and heads out the door.
“Come,” Amell says, motioning me forward. “I’ll walk you back to your cell.”
“Why?” I ask. We exit the council room, and I see Jago casually leaning against a marble column.
Amell nods his way. “Because I don’t trust some fae to keep their hands to themselves.”
“Oh.” I practically have to jog to keep up with his long legs.
We’re silent as we head down the spiral staircase, and I expect that’s far enough for Amell, but he surprises me by walking me all the way to my cell. The others are empty, so it must still be too early for quitting work.
I step into mine and start to pull the door closed. Amell frowns as he looks in. “Where’s your bed?”
I look behind me, then back to him with narrowed eyes. “There isn’t one.”
His eyes land on the bucket. “That’s all you have?”
I sweep my hand to indicate the entire corridor. “It’s a prison, Amell. It’s also the Underworld. You told me it shouldn’t be comfortable.”
“You feel comfortable using my name?” he asks, a golden eyebrow arching high.
“Are you going to smite me?” I ask cautiously.
There’s no hesitation. “No. I’m not.”
With a wave of his hand, a bed appears, complete with a pillow and a blanket. In the corner is a privacy screen, and I see a toilet peeking out. “There,” he says with a smug smile. “That’s better.”
“If you can just wave your magic wand and make things appear, why do you need to import flour from the First Dimension?”
The corner of Amell’s mouth quirks upward. “Thank you would have been the more appropriate response.”
“I’m just saying… you have major magic sparking from your fingertips. Why the big deal about me breaking a pot of flour today?”
“Do you think the king of the Underworld has time to bring flour to our dimension for the masses?” he asks.
“You’re not a multi-tasker?” I toss back.
Amell chuckles and shakes his head. “It’s not a matter of me not being able to do it, but rather giving that job to others so that they contribute to our society.”
And well, that actually makes sense to me so I leave it alone. I glance around. “And the other cells?” I inquire.
“What about them?”
“They should have the same benefits.”
Amell scoffs. “Why should they?”
“Because they’re human like me,” I snap.
“Not like you,” he murmurs, surveying my dress before his eyes lock with mine. “Those were all of Kymaris’s collection and of no concern to me. But… perhaps you’d like to barter for their comforts?”
My eyes narrow on him. “Barter? Like what?”
Amell shrugs. “Haven’t got the details figured out, but you serve me personally, and I’ll upgrade your friends’ cells.”
